The servant dropped her eyes, and it seemed that she had been struck dumb.

'Well?" Crystal hissed. 'Out with it, or away with you!"

'M-M-Miss S-Smith," the servant stammered. 'The g-gentleman has been p-pounding on his w-wounds with his f-fists."

'Do I have to do everything myself?" Crystal growled. She gave the servants a dirty look, and then she stormed off in the direction of the servants' quarters. 'I should just let him die," she muttered. 'After all the trouble we ...